Slipping quietly out the cabin door, I was careful not to wake the family as they slept. I pulled my waders from the hook where they had hung overnight. Cold against my legs, they seemed stiff and cumbersome as I bent to tie my boots. Though it sounds uncomfortable, it's a feeling I relish that takes me back to cold waders with my dad as a kid every time. Standing straight I adjusted my vest, checked for my forceps, floatant and nippers. All were in place.